My own little Tasmanian Devil!!!

I mean this in the nicest way, but let me tell you Carter is like a tiny tornado that blows through the house each and everyday. You NEVER know what he is going to do or say for that matter. For some reason we have had numerous embarrassing and maddening experiences with him. Let me just start with what was the most embarrassing. Let me begin this story by saying that Jeremy and I are neither one big drinkers. I mean we have an occasional glass or wine or he may have a beer, but it is not something we come home every night to. It is usually when we have a night out or go out with some friends. So anywho the other day I took Carter with me to Harps to pick up a few things before one of those snow storms we had coming our way(so this tells you how busy the store was!). So as we are checking out Carter proceeds to yell at me quite loudly "Wait Momma we forgot the BEER!". This was followed with a HUSH from me and of course he had to say it yet again and then broke into the chant of "I want beer I want beer!!!". As I tucked my head and paid, I quickly drove our cart out of the store and called Jeremy. I mean it only seemed appropriate that he know why DHS would be beating me home that night! He of course laughed, I mean what else can we do besides of course explain that this is not appropriate and continue to wonder how he has picked up on this.

Then a few days later on Saturday we were at home relaxing. Relaxing was the keyword there. Midway through the afternoon I decide to do a little picking up downstairs in the boys room and in the playroom. I went in the bathroom and this is what I found..............................

I mean really where does he come up with this stuff! I mean what child just walks through the bathroom and thinks hey I am going to shove 30 washcloths in the toilet? Along with some wicker decorative balls, and a little loose change? I have thought long and hard about this and it could be one of 2 things, he could be super smart and possibly a genius or completely and utterly defiant and curious and possibly a criminal or scientist! Rules mean NOTHING to this child. The worst part is after he breaks them and gets into a lot of trouble he can bat his eyes and say oh momma I so sorry and his ever famous I love you so much. Nothing phases this child....NOTHING. I can honestly say we have tried everything: timeout, spanking, taking things away from him, making him help clean up messes, positive reward systems, and hear me when I say none of this works. So after doing what I thought was the fix I pulled all the washcloths and other paraphernalia out of the toilet and went on my merry way thinking the problem was solved. Except for the massive amounts of laundry I had to then do. The next night was Valentines day and Jeremy and I are not without both boys very often and we very rarely have a babysitter, but this particular night both boys were spending the night with their grandparents and Jeremy and I were so looking forward to a relaxing night home alone. After a wonderful quiet dinner out for sushi we returned home and I decided to go downstairs and take a relaxing bath while I was down their I flushed the potty and water started overflowing everywhere. No need for details, but Jeremy and I spent the rest of our nice Valentines evening fixing a toilet! I didn't known if I should laugh or cry! It was so bad that Jeremy broke our snake while trying to fix it and used all our Draino. We still don't know what all was down there, but the toilet is now working again.

Carter eating a bowl of cereal. I mean it is okay to stick your head in the bowl. Right?!?!

It amazes me how different 2 kids can be. Ian is our rule follower and can entertain himself and is very self sufficient. He would not think of doing something that is considered a "bad" choice. Then you have the Tasmanian 2 year old. He is scared of nothing, will try anything, and will not think twice about any of it. I thank God everyday for giving Carter to us 2nd because I am afraid he would have been an only child and there never would have been an Ian!